The last tour from Sawan |
The examiner was visibly offended by my answer. That was
in 1988. I was completing my B.Ed. course and the viva voce exam was going on.
The question put by the examiner was: “How useful has the B.Ed. course been to
you as a teacher?” My answer was: “A year of actual experience in the classroom
is far more useful than this course.”
I had had a year and a half’s
experience at St Joseph’s school in Shillong before that school deputed me for
the B.Ed. course on a contract. So I was speaking from real life experience.
Nothing teaches you a job better than the work experience itself. True, some
theoretical knowledge does help and stuff like Bloom’s Taxonomy still comes in
handy years after my B.Ed. course brought it to me. But no one learns acting
from the National School of Drama any more than one learns to teach from a B.Ed.
college. The Taj Mahal was not built by a university-trained architect.
Frankly speaking, most of my B.Ed.
teachers were utterly uninspiring. For that matter, I have found most people
who come claiming to be experts are quite insipid. I happened to be present at a
training programme for teachers a couple of weeks back. The expert, who was the
principal of a school, turned out to be so vapid that more than half the attending
teachers left the programme midway. Subject expertise alone does not make a
good teacher.
Teaching is an art. Like the actor honing
his skills at the School of Drama, a teacher can learn many skills from
academic courses and programmes. I picked up the skills required for effective
teaching from the classrooms of St Joseph’s school where I was a learner along
with my students. That is the first quality a teacher should possess: be a
learner. When you teach any topic, look at it as if you are the dumbest student
of your class. How would you, the dimwit of the class, want this topic to be
presented? That was my secret. If I taught factorisation, I started with
factors.
That worked well too. But I failed to
learn a great lesson at St Joseph’s. The most important lesson for any teacher
is that he/should touch the heart of every student if he/she is to be really
effective. I didn’t do that at St Joseph’s. I was too young to learn that,
maybe. I learnt this lesson when I started working at Sawan Public School,
Delhi, which was an exclusively residential school for boys. Around 500 boys
stayed in 5 hostels. The teachers as well as all non-teaching staff including a
resident doctor and nurse and cooks and waiters and gardeners stayed on the
campus. It was an enormous family. The heart matters more than anything else in
such an ambience. Sawan is the place where I perfected my teaching skills as
best as I could. That is where I understood the real meaning of Antoine de
Saint-Exupery’s words: “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly;
what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
When Sawan was shut down by the greed
and malice of a godman, I was heartbroken. I went into severe depression which
kept me out of public domain altogether for over half a year. I quit blogging
too. The students of Carmel Public School near my village sustained me in that painful
period.
Students have been my best sustenance.
That has to come to an end too. This is probably the last year of my career as
a teacher. After 37 years of teaching, I look back with satisfaction. My life
wasn’t as futile as a godman and his women in Delhi and some Catholic missionaries
in Shillong tried to make it out to be. Ironically, that godman, his women and
those missionaries were all teachers. The fundamental difference between them
and me is: they wanted to mould others in their own images while I have only
helped my students to mould themselves. They play the role of gods in others’
lives and I play the role of a good friend in my students’ lives.
It was not an easy journey, however,
from a moulder of destinies to an abiding friend. I learnt that the difficult
way. By making mistakes, committing blunders, learning through experiences. In that
process, it is possible that many were hurt. Let me extend an unconditional
apology to any student whose progress towards self-fulfilment was impeded
because of my personal drawbacks. Let me thank the hundreds who still remember me
and extend greetings on this day.
The world needs more teachers like you. Proud to have been your student! Happy teachers day!!
ReplyDeleteYou probably don't realise how much you motivated me!
DeleteThose who got a chance to sit in your class and learn from you are so lucky and blessed .....thank you for being my teacher .❣️
ReplyDeleteDelighted to hear this.
DeleteJust seeing you smile makes me happy. Keep smiling 😊
ReplyDeleteI will... Till the end 😊
DeleteYou are a true teacher would say sir, I met you in sawan. We had spend almost 2 year together. I had lovely time with you and ma'am. You always a inspiration to all your co teachers and students.
ReplyDeleteYour blogs always help us to recall all our time which we had in delhi.
All the best sir for your future and keep in connect
Thank you. It's always great to hear such words. Sawan remains etched in my heart.
DeleteI've a confession to make, the political idea's that you taught in school, take it as my immaturity or lack of knowledge, I was always against it! But with time I've realised you were not wrong, things happening in our country presently is wrong for sure! I'm sorry I couldn't understand how far-sighted you were! Today I'm also a firm believer of Gandhian philosophy, trying to bring small changes in my vicinity! Happy Teacher's Day Sir! Lots of love!
ReplyDeleteYou had tremendous potential on which I counted many times even defying the rules of the school. I stand vindicated now by this comment. 👍
DeleteHari OM
ReplyDeleteIt is true that most teachers are forgotten because they make no impression upon the lives of those they teach. Then there will be one or two who remain with us always - either for being extraordinarily bad (I still shudder at the memory of Mr Humby), or extraordinarily good (thank you dear Mr McNeill). Pranaams to you on this auspiciious day. YAM xx
Thank you, Yamini.
DeleteThe loveliest of the blogs ever posted by the veteran teacher and my guru! With similar realization, smiles of young faces in class, drama, dance, and lots of humour and love, my classes are lighter I feel.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love and regards.
DeleteThis was a wonderful read. Am sure you've been a very good teacher. Students need a friend in their teachers too. Your writing speaks for that. Happy Teachers' Day.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Leha.
DeleteAs usual your blog is so full of great insights. Thnk you for continuing to direct us.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vaishnav.
DeleteA lovely post! Thoroughly enjoyed reading it. What is candid and comes from the heart never fails to touch others. Wishing you the very best!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rajeev.
DeleteGreat to read, Greetings 🙏
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteProud to be your student!!!
ReplyDeleteDear sir you were not only a teacher but also a very best friend for everyone. Sometimes coming to school was just to attend your classes.Thank you for all the love and care you have given us.Thank you Sir !!!!